Page 16 of Hard Knox

She froze, mid-laugh, her breath catchin’. But she didn’t slap my hand away, so I figured we were good—I kept movin’ my hand up a bit more, heat rising between us. My fingers made it to her silky drawers. Running my fingers against the fabric, I found her pussy soaked. Damn. I wasted no time in getting my digits under her panties and onto her sweet snatch. It was slicker than shit. Fuck.

Before I could do too much exploring, her hand clamped down on mine, halting me right there. Her smile slipped some as she shot a look around, noticing a couple of the brothers throwing glances our way, grins wide as the Mississippi.

“Knox,” she hissed. “Not here. Anyone could see.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, dipping my fingers down to her entrance. “Baby, we’re just messin’ around. No one’s mindin’ us. They’re all as drunk as Cooter Brown. But if it bugs you, we can head to my room, keep it private, you know?”

“I’m not…I’m not going to your room. Not tonight.”

I let my hand linger, her wetness slick hot against my waiting fingers. The heat between us was undeniable, the chemistry indisputable. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you?”

“No, I don’t want you to stop,” she breathed like a desperate plea.

Smirking, I resumed my exploration, probing deeper into her wet folds. She moaned softly, her eyes flickering closed as I caressed her inner walls. Fuck. She felt so good. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her breaths growing shallower with each passing second as I worked her up.

Eliza leaned back against the booth, her head falling to the side as she sighed loudly. Her eyes fluttered and her ample cleavage rose and fell with deep breaths. I carried on teasing her, wanting to prolong her anticipation, but also wanting to savor each reaction from her. She was practically dripping between her legs. She wanted me just as bad as I did her and that does things to a man.

As I continued to finger her, I couldn’t help but notice a few of the brothers grinning and giving us the thumbs up.

My boys, of course, fully appreciated what we were doing, and it just made it all the more real and exciting. Talk about marking my territory. Everything about it, Eliza’s warm, wet snatch at my command, my eyes on her twisting face, open mouth and heaving cleavage. My brothers watching, jealous… It had me hotter than a three-dollar bill.

Turning my back to them, I cocooned her in as much privacy as I could.

But Eliza was still hesitant. “Knox, I’m not sure we should do this here.” She could barely get the words out.

“No one can see,” I promised her. They couldn’t anymore. I continued to pump my fingers into her wetness, knowing she wanted it as much as I did.

Finally, Eliza couldn’t take it anymore. She looked around nervously to make sure no one was looking, then grabbed my hand and pressed it tighter against her pussy.

I was really going for it now.

Eliza’s moans were so quiet, like they were only for my ears. Yet, they became louder and more desperate, her hips bucking against my hand. Her muscles clenched around me, the perfect rhythm of her arousal driving me wild. Fuck.

“Baby, imagine what I can do to you with my dick once I get inside you,” I breathed in her ear.

Her breathing became ragged. I knew she was close to the edge.

“Knox,” she gasped. “I’m going to… I’m going to come,” she whispered, sending a course of excitement straight to my throbbing cock.

“That’a girl,” I crooned, wanting nothing more than to feel her pleasure as she reached her climax. I kept up the pace, feeling her muscles flexing beneath my fingers.

“Oh, Knox,” she cried out quietly. Her body shuddered, and I could feel her juices gushing onto my hand. I kept stroking her until the last waves of her orgasm subsided.

My lips brushing against her ear, I asked, “You liked that, huh, baby?”

Her eyes met mine, and I could see a fusion of desire and embarrassment. “Oh god, yes.”

“There’s more where that came from,” I sang, wanting nothin’ more than to take her back to my room and spread her wide open. Slipping my fingers out of her, I brought them to my lips. “If you liked my fingers, wait till I get to drink you dry.”

Suddenly, her face closed up, like I’d stepped way out of line. “I can’t believe we did this here,” she started. “I’ve got to get home.”

Chapter 8

Eliza

As a few weeks slipped by, Knox and I found a rhythm that felt almost comfortable, almost normal. He would text me daily, his messages a blend of humor, flirtation, and the occasional deep dive into our lives and dreams.

I’d had a long heart to heart with my butterflies. I decided to take things as slowly as I possibly could. Our dates became a regular occurrence, each ending with a kiss that lingered a little longer, held a little more promise. Our hands roamed more freely each time. There was that public incident in the booth at his club, but I never ended up back at his place, and I never invited him in. Knox was so patient, his respect for my pace in our new relationship real, but his desire for more was always there. And I was always fighting my own desires for him.

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